Beaten Faces

Beaten faces, destroyed roads
Crying eyes, deceitful voices
They meet me at every step
Sly women with a difficult past
Boasting man without futures
They come at me from all sides

The power of some is status or money
Others are alcohol, drugs or guns
Some study Buddhism, some practice shooting targets
But your face today is still a gray hungry crowd

Who said the war ended in 1945?
Who said that these people wake up with good intentions
If you see love on the road, you don't spare bullets
Living in fear, you feel power  only in evil

Refrain: 
For your freedom my beaten brother
For your point of view, my spit on sister
I declare war on this mad city
For your shed blood my beaten brother
For your shed tears, my spit on sister
I declare war on this city of assholes

Vera 1985